Chloe led me to the St. Andrew's Cross and ordered me to strip. Once naked, she secured my wrists and ankles, leaving me spread-eagled against the wooden beams—facing the wall, my back toward her.
"Today, you'll learn about the whip," Chloe said, running a single-tail whip through her fingers. "Each strike will leave a mark on your skin. Red stripes that will remind you of this moment for days to come."
My body tensed as she traced the whip along my back.
"The first few strikes will sting," she explained. "Then your skin will warm up, and the pain will blend with pleasure. Your endorphins will kick in, and you might even float away a little."
The first crack of the whip made me gasp. A line of fire bloomed across my upper back. Before I could process it, another strike landed lower.
"Count them," Chloe commanded.
"Three," I choked out as the whip found my shoulder blade. "Four... five..."
Each strike built upon the last. The initial sharp pain mellowed into a deep, throbbing heat. My skin felt alive, singing with sensation.
"Ten," I moaned as she targeted my ass. The whip wrapped slightly around my hip, making me jerk against the restraints.
"You're taking this so well," Chloe praised. "Your back is covered in beautiful red lines."
She moved lower, striking the backs of my thighs. I writhed, but couldn't escape the impacts. The pain transformed into something else—not quite pleasure, but an intense awareness.
"Twenty," I panted. Sweat dripped down my chest. The chastity cage strained against my arousal.
"Just five more," Chloe said. "These will be the ones you feel tomorrow."
The final strikes were harder, deliberate. Each one drew a cry from my throat. When she finished, my entire backside throbbed with heat.
Chloe ran her cool fingers over my marked skin. "These welts will last for days. Every time you sit down, every time your clothes brush against them, you'll remember who gave them to you."
I hung limply in the restraints, my back and ass burning from the whip marks Chloe had left. My breath came in ragged gasps as she began unfastening the cuffs holding me to the St. Andrew's Cross.
"You did well today," Chloe said, helping me down. My legs trembled as I found my footing.
I reached for my clothes, wincing as the movement pulled at my tender skin.
"Before you get dressed," Chloe said, "we need to discuss the winter break."
I paused, shirt in hand.
"You'll remain locked in your chastity cage throughout the two-week holiday," she stated matter-of-factly. "Even though we'll both be traveling home and won't see each other, I expect you to maintain your training."
I pulled my shirt over my head, feeling the fabric catch on the welts.
"That means wearing your butt plug daily, and continuing your deepthroat exercises with the dildo," Chloe instructed. "No exceptions."
I nodded, stepping into my jeans. The denim felt rough against my marked thighs. "Yes, Chloe."
Back in my dorm room, I couldn't find a comfortable position to sleep. My usual position on my back was impossible—the welts from Chloe's whip burned against the sheets. Rolling onto my stomach proved no better. The night stretched endlessly as I tossed and turned, desperately seeking relief.
Morning light filtered through the window, and Jacob stirred in his bed.
"You okay?" he asked. "Heard you struggling all night."
I hesitated, then decided to tell him. "Had a whipping session with Chloe yesterday. My back's pretty marked up."
Jacob sat up, his expression darkening. "This isn't okay anymore, Martin. You need to be more careful."
"Everything's fine," I said, pushing myself up with a wince. "It's just part of my training. I need to go through this."
"People connected to the Black Rose Sorority have disappeared," Jacob said quietly. "I don't want you to be next."
I shook my head. "That's not what you think. Those people just follow their dominants after university. There's no mystery." I paused, considering. "Actually, I might do the same if Chloe asked me."
"That's unlikely to be the real reason," Jacob insisted. "Please, just be more careful."
With winter break approaching, I sat at my desk, scrolling through endless online stores. My browser tabs multiplied as I searched for the perfect gifts. Finding something for Jacob seemed straightforward. But Chloe? What could I possibly give someone who controlled every aspect of my life? And Sarah, who'd become such an important part of my journey—she deserved something special too.
After hours of online browsing left me unsatisfied, I decided to visit the city's main shopping mall. The place bustled with holiday shoppers, Christmas music playing through hidden speakers. I wandered from store to store, touching fabrics, examining price tags, comparing options.
The mall's central atrium sparkled with decorations—a massive Christmas tree reached toward the glass ceiling, while fake snow dusted the displays. I found myself people-watching between stores, observing families and couples doing their holiday shopping. Some looked stressed, others excited. I felt a mix of both.
Store after store, I searched. The bookstore's quiet aisles provided refuge from the mall's chaos. The art supply store's colorful displays caught my eye. In a high-end boutique, I examined delicate items that might suit Chloe's sophisticated taste. A quirky novelty shop offered possibilities for Sarah's gift.
Hours passed as I explored every corner of the mall. My feet ached, but I was determined to find perfect presents for the three people who'd shaped my life this semester in such different ways.
I carried the large, beautifully wrapped box up the path to the Black Rose Sorority house. My hands trembled slightly—not from the weight, but from anticipation. After days of searching, I'd finally found the perfect gift for Chloe.
"What's this?" Chloe asked as she opened the door.
"Your Christmas present," I said, handing her the box.
Chloe's eyes lit up as she unwrapped it. Inside was an elegantly designed black box with silver lettering: "Dominatrix Monthly - Premium Subscription."
"It's a year-long subscription," I explained. "Each month, they send you a new piece of equipment or toy. Everything is hand-selected by professional dominatrixes. The first box has a new type of flogger and some specialty rope."
"Martin, this is..." Chloe smiled, genuinely pleased. "This is actually perfect. I can't wait to try everything out on you."
She set the box down and reached into her pocket. "I have something for you too. To remember me by during the break." She handed me a small wrapped package.
Inside was a delicate silver chain with a tiny key pendant. "It's beautiful," I said.
"A reminder that I hold the real key," she said, touching my collar. "And that you belong to me, even when we're apart."
I found Sarah in the dormitory's common room, reading one of her romance novels. My heart raced a bit as I approached with her gift.
"Merry Christmas," I said, handing her the wrapped package.
Sarah set down her book and eagerly tore into the wrapping paper. Her eyes widened as she revealed the Icelandic cookbook.
"Martin, this is... unexpected." She flipped through the pages, a smile growing on her face. "I've never cooked anything in the dorm, but I've been daydreaming about Iceland so much lately. Planning that study abroad program has me obsessed."
"I know—you talk about Iceland every chance you get." I grinned. "I thought maybe you could start exploring the culture through food before you get there senior year."
"I love it," she said, running her fingers over a recipe for traditional fish stew. "Though I've never really cooked before."
"We could try cooking something together," I suggested.
Sarah burst out laughing. "You? The guy who can't even handle chopsticks? The one who made a complete mess of that painting class?"
I felt my cheeks flush. "Well..."
"Actually..." Sarah's eyes sparkled with mischief. "That might make it more fun. Watching you struggle in the kitchen could be entertaining."
She reached into her bag. "I have something for you too."
She pulled out a small box wrapped in silver paper. Inside, I found a pair of handcuffs lined with soft fur, along with a note that read "For our next adventure."
I found Jacob in our dorm room, working on another painting.
"Hey, Merry Christmas," I said, holding out the envelope.
Jacob set down his brush and wiped his hands on his paint-stained jeans. "What's this?"
"Just a little something. Open it."
He carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the ticket. His eyes widened as he read it.
"No way... this is for the Marcus Wellesley exhibit at my hometown gallery?" Jacob stared at the ticket in disbelief. "How did you know about this?"
"You mentioned wanting to see his work a few weeks ago. I did some research."
"Martin, this is incredible." Jacob's face lit up with genuine excitement. "Wellesley's techniques with light and shadow are revolutionary. I've been following his work for years."
He went to his desk drawer, pulling out a small package. "I got you something too."
Inside was a set of artist-grade colored pencils and a small sketchbook.
"For when you want to try art again," Jacob said with a grin. "Maybe this time without the paint fight."
The holidays arrived quickly. Mom decorated our living room with the same ancient Christmas decorations she'd used since I was little. The familiar scent of cinnamon and pine filled the house.
I spent most days hiking in the snow-covered woods behind our house, my thoughts drifting to Chloe. The cold air helped clear my mind. Each morning, I dutifully practiced with the dildo she'd given me, careful to be quiet in my childhood bedroom.
Christmas dinner was the usual affair—turkey, stuffing, and Dad's attempts at humor. My sister Sarah (not the Sarah from university) talked about her new job, while I kept quiet about my own experiences. Mom noticed my new necklace with the key pendant but didn't ask questions.
New Year's Eve, we gathered at Uncle Pete's house. The extended family crowded around the TV, counting down the final seconds of the year. As everyone cheered and hugged at midnight, I touched my collar beneath my sweater, thinking of Chloe.
The break passed slowly. I filled my days with winter walks and reading, checking my phone constantly for messages from Chloe. None came. Finally, after two weeks, it was time to return to campus. I packed my car, said goodbye to my parents, and started the drive back, eager to resume my real life.
I arrived at the Black Rose Sorority for my first session after the break. Chloe greeted me with her usual mysterious smile.
"Your back has healed nicely," she said, running her fingers across where she'd whipped me before the holidays. "Today, you'll learn a new role. You're going to be furniture."
"Furniture?"
"Yes. You'll serve as whatever object the girls need—a chair, table, coat rack. And you'll be treated exactly like an object. No speaking, no moving. Just existing for our use."
In the common room, Olivia immediately claimed me as her chair, sitting directly on my back while I stayed on all fours. Her weight made my arms shake.
"This chair needs adjusting," she complained, bouncing harder.
Mia used me as a footrest, her boots leaving dirt on my chest. Sophia set her hot coffee mug on my stomach, the heat almost unbearable.
"Careful with that drink," she said. "Though I suppose if furniture gets stained, we can always replace it."
They hung their wet coats on my outstretched arms until my muscles burned. Nora stacked her textbooks on my chest while studying, adding more whenever I showed signs of strain.
"Objects don't grunt," she scolded when I couldn't hold back a sound of discomfort.
For hours they used me however they pleased—a side table, a coat rack, a stepping stool. My body ached, but I remained still and silent, just as Chloe instructed. The girls continued their normal activities, chatting and laughing while completely ignoring my humanity.
The first week back after winter break settled into a routine. Each morning, I inserted the butt plug before heading to class. Late evenings, I practiced with the dildo Chloe gave me, working on my deepthroating technique.
Sarah and I met for coffee almost daily at the campus café. She'd laugh at my grimaces when shifting in my seat, knowing about the butt plug.
"How's the training going?" she'd ask with a playful smirk.
"Getting better," I'd reply, my face flushing. "Though some days are harder than others."
Evenings often found me at the pub with Jacob, sharing a beer while he worked on sketches. He never mentioned the sorority anymore, but I caught his concerned glances whenever I winced from sitting too long.
My grades remained strong despite the distractions. Professor Callaghan praised my latest film analysis, and even Physics started making more sense. The structure Chloe imposed on my life seemed to help my focus—every task had its place and time.
The daily routine of plug insertion and throat training became almost meditative. Each morning, I'd carefully prepare myself, and each night, I'd spend an hour practicing with the dildo, gradually taking it deeper. The discipline required for these tasks carried over into my studies, helping me maintain my academic performance.
Between classes, coffee dates with Sarah, study sessions, and drinks with Jacob, the days fell into a comfortable pattern. The constant presence of the chastity cage, the butt plug and my daily training sessions served as anchors, reminding me of my commitment to Chloe while I navigated regular college life.
Chloe waited in the common area, perched elegantly on one of the plush armchairs.
"Martin," she said. "Today's session will be different."
I nodded, already familiar with serving multiple mistresses. Mia's shoe cleaning marathon and Olivia's demanding household tasks flashed through my mind.
"We won't be alone," Chloe continued.
"That's not new," I said. "I've served almost every girl in the sorority."
Chloe's smile widened. "Today's theme is humiliation."
I shifted on my feet. Between crawling on all fours, wearing a maid outfit, and being furniture for the girls, I thought I'd experienced every type of humiliation possible.
"That's not exactly new either," I said. "I've had my share of humiliating moments here."
"You can stop if you want to," Chloe said, her voice softening. "Just use your safeword. But I would really like you to go all in on this one." She leaned forward, her eyes meeting mine. "Would you do this for me, Martin? It would make me very happy."
My chest tightened at her words. Despite my apprehension, I found myself nodding.
"Yes," I said. "I'll do it."
I followed Chloe down into the dungeon. My mind raced with possibilities of what awaited me. Despite my experience with humiliation, Chloe's warning left me uneasy.
The heavy wooden door creaked open, and my heart stopped. Mia stood in the center of the room, but that wasn't what shocked me. Tom—my classmate from literature study group—was handcuffed to the St. Andrew's Cross, completely naked.
"What's going on?" I whispered, more to myself than anyone else.
Mia caught my eye and winked, her lips curling into a knowing smile. The meaning behind Chloe's words became clear—"not being alone" took on a whole new dimension.
"Strip," Chloe commanded.
I complied automatically, my hands trembling slightly as I removed each piece of clothing. The chastity cage strained against my growing arousal. The presence of two beautiful dominants usually excited me, but Tom's presence on the cross added an unexpected element that confused me.
Chloe's hand pressed against my back, guiding me forward until I stood directly in front of Tom. His eyes widened with recognition, and confusion crossed his features. I felt equally lost, unsure of what would happen next.
"Kneel," Chloe ordered, her voice firm and clear.
I dropped to my knees in front of the cross, and that's when I noticed—Tom's chastity cage was gone. His cock hung mere inches from my face. My stomach churned as realization dawned.
"Remember those deepthroat exercises?" Chloe's voice carried a hint of amusement.
No. Please no. But I knew what was coming.
Chloe's hand rested on the back of my head, gently but firmly pushing me forward. Tom's hardening cock pressed against my lips. I closed my eyes, thinking only of Chloe. For her. Everything for her.
Tom gasped as I took him into my mouth. His discomfort matched my own, but neither of us spoke our safewords.
"Good boy," Chloe purred. "Now play with it. Show me what you've learned."
I moved my tongue, mimicking the techniques I'd practiced countless times with the dildo. Tom's breathing grew ragged above me.
"Deeper," Chloe commanded. "Take him all the way."
I pushed forward, fighting my gag reflex. Tears formed in my eyes, but I wouldn't stop. Couldn't stop. Not when Chloe asked this of me.
Tom's body tensed. He came with a strangled cry.
"Swallow it all," Chloe ordered, holding my head in place. "Every drop."
I obeyed, choking it down. For Chloe. Always for Chloe.
After Tom was locked back in his cage, we switched positions. I took my place on the cross while Tom knelt before me. Under Mia's guidance, he repeated what I had done, bringing me to climax before my chastity cage was secured once more.
Snow fell silently as I trudged back to my dorm room. Each step felt heavy, weighed down by what had just happened in the dungeon. The taste in my mouth wouldn't go away. It was the most humiliating experience of my life.
How could they do this to me? Make me... with Tom... and then he... This was worse than being furniture, worse than cleaning shoes, worse than anything they'd done before. I'd never felt so degraded, so used.
The snow crunched under my feet as I stopped walking, leaning against a nearby tree. What was I becoming? This wasn't normal. This wasn't okay. Tears welled up in my eyes.
But then I thought of Chloe. Her smile when I obeyed. Her proud words. The way she guided me through it all. And Mia—God, even Mia. Her cruel smile shouldn't make my heart race, but it did. All of them—Olivia, Sophia, Nora—each sorority sister held a piece of my heart now.
I straightened up, brushing snow from my jacket. Yes, I could do this. I would do this. For them. For all of them. The humiliation wasn't a punishment—it was a gift. A chance to prove my devotion.
My steps grew lighter as I continued walking. The taste in my mouth no longer bothered me. Instead, it reminded me of my submission, my willingness to do anything for them. I felt stronger with each step, empowered by my complete surrender to their desires.
The next morning, I met Sarah at our usual coffee spot. Steam rose from my untouched latte as I stared at the table, struggling to find words.
"I need to tell you something," I said. "Yesterday at the sorority... they made me do things with Tom."
Sarah's eyes widened. "What kind of things?"
I explained what happened in the dungeon, how Chloe and Mia had ordered us to perform oral sex on each other. "At first I felt so humiliated, but then I realized it was just another way to prove my devotion to them."
Sarah's face darkened. Her hands clenched around her coffee cup. "Are you serious right now? They forced you to have sex with someone?"
"No, no—they didn't force me. I chose to do it."
"This isn't okay, Martin." Sarah stood up, her chair scraping against the floor. "This has gone way too far. They're manipulating you, can't you see that?"
"Sarah, please calm down. It's not what you think—"
"No, I'm done watching this happen." She grabbed her coat. "I'm going to talk to Chloe right now and put an end to this."
"Sarah, wait—"
But she was already storming out of the café, leaving her coffee untouched on the table.
I chased after Sarah across campus. She moved fast, determination in every step. By the time I caught up, she was already at the Black Rose Sorority's front door.
"Chloe!" Sarah shouted, pounding on the door. "Get out here right now!"
The door opened and Chloe appeared, looking composed in a black dress. "Sarah, what a pleasant surprise."
"Don't give me that! What you're doing to Martin is wrong. Making him perform sexual acts with other people? That's manipulation!"
"Is it?" Chloe's voice remained calm. "Martin chose to participate. Everything we do is consensual."
"You're taking advantage of his feelings for you!"
"Sarah, dear." Chloe stepped closer. "I'm helping Martin discover himself. You've seen how much he's grown, how focused he's become. And from what I hear, you're enjoying the benefits of his training too."
Sarah's anger faltered. "What?"
"The games you play together, the way he serves you." Chloe smiled. "He's becoming exactly what you want—obedient, eager to please. Wouldn't you like to learn more about how to guide him?"
"I..." Sarah's shoulders relaxed slightly.
"Come inside. Let me show you what I can teach you." Chloe touched Sarah's arm. "Think of the possibilities."
Sarah bit her lip, anger replaced by curiosity. "You'd show me?"
"Of course. We could have such fun together." Chloe's voice dropped lower. "What do you say?"
Sarah glanced at me, then back to Chloe. "Okay. Show me."
Chloe turned to me with a knowing smile. "Want to join us, Martin?" Her eyes dropped to my chastity cage. She winked. "Just to watch, of course."
I followed them up the stairs to Chloe's room. Sarah had come here angry, ready to defend me, but now she seemed captivated by Chloe's presence.
"Kneel there," Chloe pointed to a spot beside her bed. I obeyed, watching as she approached Sarah.
Without warning, Chloe cupped Sarah's face and kissed her. Sarah froze for a moment, then melted into the kiss. My chastity cage strained painfully as I watched my friend surrender to Chloe's dominance.
"I've wanted to do that since I first saw you," Chloe whispered, sliding Sarah's jacket off her shoulders.
Sarah moaned as Chloe's lips traced down her neck. "God, you're amazing."
Their clothes fell away piece by piece. I shifted uncomfortably, torn between jealousy and arousal. Sarah's anger had vanished completely—she was putty in Chloe's skilled hands.
"You're so responsive," Chloe purred, pushing Sarah onto the bed. Her fingers touched Sarah's skin, making her arch and gasp.
I gripped my thighs hard as I watched Chloe pleasure Sarah. My friend writhed and moaned, completely lost in sensation. Part of me wanted to look away, to protest, but I couldn't tear my eyes from them.
"Please, more," Sarah begged as Chloe's mouth moved lower.
Sarah's cries of pleasure filled the room. I'd never seen her like this—completely uninhibited, experiencing heights of pleasure I hadn't known possible. My chastity cage felt impossibly tight as I watched Chloe expertly bring Sarah to climax after climax.
"Oh god, oh god," Sarah chanted, her body shaking. "I've never... that was..."
"Shh," Chloe smiled, kissing her deeply. "We're just getting started."
I knelt there, watching my friend experience ecstasy at the hands of the woman I loved. My emotions warred within me—jealousy, arousal, anger, and a strange satisfaction at seeing Sarah understand Chloe's power firsthand.
Sarah caught me on my way to Professor Callaghan's lecture. Her expression was troubled as she grabbed my arm.
"Can we skip class today? I really need to talk."
We walked to our usual coffee spot in silence. Sarah fidgeted with her cup, avoiding my eyes.
"I'm sorry about yesterday," she finally said. "I acted like an idiot."
"It's okay," I replied, knowing well how in this world you can just get carried away.
"I just... I realize now that you were right all along. I made such a mistake." Sarah stared into her coffee.
My chest tightened with sympathy—I knew how overwhelming Chloe could be. And sleeping with her, yes, that was too much.
"The way I stormed in there like that..." Sarah continued. "God, I was so stupid to confront her."
My head snapped up. Wait—she wasn't talking about the sex?
"...and then she showed me exactly why you trust her so much," Sarah's eyes glazed over with the memory. "She's incredible."
My chastity cage grew painfully tight as I realized the truth. Sarah wasn't sorry about submitting to Chloe—she was sorry she'd ever doubted her.
Just like me, she'd fallen completely under Chloe's spell.